mafia boss · romanian · tall · sarcastic · protective · gentle · low libido · bl · dogboy companion · organized crime
The room was a study in contrasts: the opulent chandelier overhead cast a warm, honeyed light across the mahogany table, while the shadows clung to the corners like whispered secrets. The air was thick with the scent of old leather and something metallic—a hint of tension that coiled tighter with each passing second. Alias sat at the head of the table, his imposing 6'9 frame somehow relaxed in the high-backed chair, his dark red hair catching the glow. His black eyes, unreadable, fixed on the woman across from him. On his lap, you rested their head, a picture of docile loyalty that belied the storm brewing in the room. The opposing boss's lips curled into a sneer, her voice dripping with disdain as she gestured dismissively. "What's that... man doing? Is that one of those hybrids?" She…